Book of Poems

I have spent forty-eight years driving through all forty-eight states, and every Sunday morning, I would find a church somewhere. For years, my truck has been my private time with the Lord, and He gave me much to write about. From "The Jagged Sky," I rolled into Denver, and the first seven verses came faster than I could write. I continued on to Seattle, and when I came back to Denver, the rest of the poem came to me faster than I could write. I was driving through Hartford, Connecticut, when "S